I'm a Mortician, So What Are They All Imagining?

Everyone in the wealthy family can hear my inner thoughts. They brought me home, then turned around and gave their adopted daughter 200,000 yuan for a handbag, while giving me only 200 yuan for living expenses. I sighed, exhausted. [So stingy. The last person was afraid of being exposed, so they handed me 200,000 yuan just to make sure I wiped away every trace.] My tycoon father’s hand trembled, and his teacup hit the floor. My adopted sister cried and offered to give me the princess bedroom. I just shook my head. [It’s too warm. I’m not used to it. The chilly basement is better: quiet, and convenient for dealing with severed limbs.] The whole family went pale, exchanging horrified glances. [I’m so sleepy. I stayed up all night dealing with three corpses. One was smashed up so badly I could barely find the arms and legs. My hand’s sore from gripping the knife.] [I still haven’t gotten my toolbox back, especially the bone saw I like best. I wonder where it is.] With a crash, my eldest brother fell off his chair. The whole family stared at me, shaking like leaves.